Doctor Emmett.

Emmett has been with us for a week.

And it’s been an adventure. (Is that the right word?)

He’s adorable and cuddly and fluffy.  He’s a great sleeper at night and never had much whining to do, even the first night.  He has learned the ins and outs of my house, Dave’s house, and my office at church. Today I began to see some progress on the house training front which is super-duper exciting. We’re working on “look at me,” “sit,” and “lay down.” We use Honeynut Cheerios as our training treat – we tried regular Cheerios but he had none of that.  (Understandable, really.) He greets me with kisses every morning when I carry him outside. (I have to carry him down the stairs of the back stoop; he hasn’t quite mastered those.)

Night #1.

Doc Brown loves a good stick.

That’s my boot.

One moment before he made it over.

Find Emmett.

That’s all true. What else is true?

My whole house has been rearranged.
He has learned to go upstairs and even climbed over the baby gate at the bottom at one point.
His teeth are sharp.
He doesn’t like his kennel during the day.
He finds any small space and army crawls under it or hides in it.
I’m super tired.
He’s in love with my slippers.
I can’t wear scarves; he eats them.

An adventure indeed. An adventure I’m excited about, even if it is frustrating and tiring at points. We’re figuring it out. (Dave and I spent last Sunday evening watching dog training videos on YouTube.) We’ll get there.